Tag Archives: shawna word lists

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Posted on December 20, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. Ok, fine. I’ll toe the line and ice the knee. I’ll honor sore joints and tired soul and every third twinge. I’ll acknowledge that I’m no longer seventeen, cassette tapes rocking to the road’s dashed lines. I’ll define myself … Continue reading →

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(S)Lumber Parties for Dizzy-Daisy Princesses

Posted on April 23, 2018 by whimsygizmo

See, here’s the thing:  the men -folk are all off engaging in the hum -drum dumb of war and snoozing laws. We prefer a (rebel-with-a-cause) preponderance of paws, and whip -cream shapes and declarations that go a-May-ing: National Peanut Butter … Continue reading →

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Slumber Party Songs

Posted on April 20, 2018 by whimsygizmo

A cherry is the fruit of many almonds, she says, while ty(p)ing the string with her tongue and teeth. I don’t know what it means but I like the sound and the way we are both December sweet -hearts and … Continue reading →

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mercury blues (slumber party songs)

Posted on April 17, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. we are self -session (air)guitarist girls, fusing pillow-songs about stupid boys and long hot Brisbane summers and all that raining-on-Sunday longing for some stripy socks. we’ve got pink and turquoise noise tutus and a pen -chant for playing spin … Continue reading →

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Dissatisfied with underwater life

Posted on April 16, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. , she leans on the in -accurate knowledge of kelp, the forbidden deep of un -certain wayward crustacean foes who always find a way to pinch her toes. she’s in the throes of long lost vows, the way she … Continue reading →

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Ahhhhh-merican Beau De(picted)

Posted on November 6, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… Today, we are made of nothing but sugar magnolia fusion and bluegrass sting; no -thing you’d want to ripple or reverberate. Bait me a bass drum, the depicted back cover where we stare at nothing, breaking the rules, ex … Continue reading →

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Moon Mother

Posted on September 13, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. she’s a sweet old golden grandmother in an embroidered jacket, all pale blond pigtails and plush mouth plumped for kisses. teacher of all things celestial and falling. she’s the penny you saved, the drop of water earned. the thumbprint … Continue reading →

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Works of F(r)iction

Posted on August 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… We tell lies in the cellar, sell our words for tiny button photographs of time. We’re in the weeds, berry -kissed and a little touched in the head. We’re re:cording ourselves sane, playing games across the fence between sigh … Continue reading →

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more dark matters of distinction

Posted on February 7, 2017 by whimsygizmo

  .. Her un -detectable mathematical curiosity is ex -ponentially dampened by the fun -dementally incorrect facts of frozen stars.     ..Another wordlist from my Shawna. 

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dark matters of distinction

Posted on February 6, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… she’s making myth -ological assumptions again, fairy logic and dragon song, the science of the air. she’s eschewing …(achoooo-ing) all big bang theories, all red shift queries all esoteric nearlies of new galaxies. light. years. tears. the spiral totality … Continue reading →

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